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[TW: mentions of rape and sexual assault]

[TW: mentions of rape and sexual assault]

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Namjoon's POV

It took some time, but Yoongi got as much information as possible about Song Hae-Gee, now it was time to have a little chat with him.

We found out that he lived in a small cabin in the middle of the woods, away from everyone.

I'm not too surprised, especially with the information that we found on him.

We drove to the cabin, which took nearly thirty minutes to find and then another thirty minutes to get there.

Once we found the cabin, I made sure to park the car several feet away, so he could see us. I turned the car off and then looked at Yoongi, who was holding a folder full of information.

"Ready?"

Yoongi nodded. "Ready."

We both get out of the car and walk up to Hae-Gee's cabin. I didn't want to waste anymore time, so I banged on the door, waiting for a response.

I heard heavy footsteps from behind the door, then second later, the door swings open.

Just like the pictures we find, he had a face that everyone would like to punch.

"Who the hell are you?" Hae-Gee said, looking both of us.

"We're here to speak to you." I said.

"About what?"

"About Jungkook."

He laughed. "He sent more of his little friends to try and intimidate me? Sorry, guys, but it takes a lot to scare me, so if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here and talk to a bunch of jokes like you." He said as he went to slam the door.

Before he could, I put my hand on the door and pushed it roughly. "I think you'll want to hear what we have to say." I said as I walked inside, Yoongi following behind me.

"What are you doing?! Get out of my house or I'll call the cops!"

"Go ahead, call the cops, I'm sure they'll love all the dirt we dug up about you." I said as I sat down in the chair in the living room.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"I think you know what I'm talking about." I said, crossing my leg over the other, making myself comfortable. "Unless you woke up with amnesia today."

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